"We've noticed that you've become awfully solitary; you're always spending time in your room," the rich voice of his father was carried over the mahogany desk. "We thought a bird would pacify your loneliness until school began, but that's obviously not the case."
Oliver's fingers dug into the chair. His father was a wise man at times, but for one so old and experienced, he was oblivious. Dense. He believed that what made a child a child was friendship, but it was hardly that. What made a child a child wasn't the immature adolescent one would call a "friend", it was the depth of their imagination and how they perceived the world.
And oh, how Oliver's imagination was going off right then.
"It's not healthy for a boy to be with only himself throughout the day, especially for one who hasn't befriended anyone in years." His mother's spoke crisply, as if afraid to make any mistake in pronouncing her words. She patted her hair, checking the clock on his father's desk and believing Oliver hadn't seen her do it. "And that's why we've taken matters into our own hands."
The child swept away the blonde locks that hid his eye, heart pulsating and palms gathering sweat. The family had had this conversation only once before, and luckily then he had eluded it when Gumi had almost dropped a vase. She was a klutz of a maid, but the distraction had allowed him to slip away. But now he was trapped in the room. The talk was inevitable.
"Well maybe if you stayed home more I wouldn't be as lonely," Oliver said hurriedly. His parents were never home anyways, why not bring up the subject when their attention was on him for once? "I-I mean if you didn't travel as much then—"
"Preposterous," the older man exclaimed. "If your mother and I didn't work and simply chose stay to home, do you believe we'd have the life we do now? Do you think this roof would still be over your head? Would you have had that surgery?"
"Well," Oliver touched his bandaged eye subconsciously, "no I suppose not, sir. But I was just thinking that..."
"You should be thinking about your future, any other sort of thoughts are disregarded here and you are well aware of that." His father sighed and pushed up his coat sleeve, eyeing his own watch with irritation. "But I'm sure you know that we didn't call you here for idle chatting."
No, but he had hoped for just that. It almost seemed like Father never had time for him anymore. The man was busy, that was true, but to never cast a glancing look on his son since the incident was...
"Of course you didn't. I suppose it's best to tell you now, we wouldn't want you throwing a hissy fit tomorrow when she arrives."
She. Who was she? Oliver unknowingly tensed, gripping the seat cushion tighter and trying to quench his dry mouth by swallowing. The feeling of impending doom hung over him for a moment, shattered by the man's statement seconds later.
"We're hiring a nanny, and she is to look after you while we're away."
A simple sentence, but it caused his blood to run cold. So his parents couldn't be hassled to deal with him, and that's why they were hiring some stranger to be his nanny? The word itself was bitter in his thoughts. They didn't want to see his face anymore, the face that held one single amber eye. Then again, they always said that social standing was how one showed they were of great importance, and what significant person would want to admit their son had a disability?
A son who was half blind and far from perfect; he was disgraceful to them.
Oliver grit his teeth, face heating and hands fisting the cushion. "Why?" he asked, snappish. "Why do I need a nanny? I don't need one, I don't, so you can say her services are unnecessary and she needn't come—"
His father silenced him. "Her name is Miku Hatsune, and she is already on her way here. It would be rude to tell her to turn back. She comes from Japan, the best of the best for our little boy. But you must know how expensive air fare can be nowadays, it'd be discourteous of us to release her before her first day." Amber burned into amber, the threatening hardness Father's eyes held during conferences being bored into Oliver's. "You seemed to need a lesson on manners, young man."
He bit his tongue least he say something he would regret later. A stiff nod on his end, and a curt dismissal from his father. Then he was up and out of the room, the hallway blurring as he focused on nothing but his pounding feet.
A nanny?! I don't need a nanny! Mother, Father, I have enough maids to keep me company! Gumi could take care of me, or even Lily, but a nanny?! The boy burst through the door to his room, the slam resounding throughout the house and alerting every worker that the young master was having a fit again. He would wear himself out, it happened the last time, when he hadn't gotten the toy boat he had seen on the television.
The blonde dropped on his bed, suffocating himself with a pillow and ignoring the persistent chirps of his caged bird. It wasn't fair at all, how could they make decisions without asking his opinion on it? They always asked for his input on matters that affected him, but this time no, they went on ahead and made the choices.
Oliver turned over, seething and glaring at the ceiling. This girl thought she could waltz into his house because his parents allowed it? She was most likely a thief, looking to pocket anything that appeared valuable. Before long they would find she had vanished, along with the safe being emptied of their money.
"Miku Hatsune," the name was acrid on his tongue, "you probably think you're brilliant, but you're not. You're just another stupid girl who I fear will be leaving sooner than you intended."
So the girl thought she could handle him? That wouldn't work for him; he had to show her she had bitten off more than she could chew.
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Hm, strangely this is my first Vocaloid fanfiction. How do you think I did? Apologies for the shortness, but I promise later chapters will be longer. This is only a prologue thing, but anyways, I found there wasn't enough stories that included Oliver and Miku...I doubt there will be any real romance in this story (since Oliver is still twelve and—yes), but if there were...it'd be slight OliMi.